Today I witnessed a courageous event. Azhrarn, a hitherto rather unassuming
individual, was wandering around the Dakhota hills, enjoying the scenery,
when he came upon a long-disused castle which, via a rather devious method,
led to a structure deep underground.

Once there, he explored about a bit, and found a library containing knowledge
that predates all of the mortal races save for the Aldar. Though pursued by
goblins that have taken up residence, he found a hide-out and rested, secure
in the knowledge that he would soon enlighten the rest of Achaea by the
telling of his tale.

Bravo, Azhrarn. You exemplify the sort of adventerous soul I like to see.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 190 AF.
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